do you ever think about what happened between steve pulling bucky out of the water in civil war to bucky waking up with his arm in that vice? how to steve, seconds felt like hours and hours felt like days; waiting, waiting, waiting, for his best friend to wake up. waiting, waiting, waiting, for his best friend to forget him all over again.
steve didn’t know what bucky would remember after he passed out. he didn’t know if bucky would wake up as the winter soldier or the wartime soldier he grew up and and shared a battlefield with. all he knew was that in those seconds that felt like hours, those hours that felt like days, he had him. he held him, sat with him, breathed the same air as him. steve would have watched over bucky the way a dog watches over her sleeping owner and he would have felt the most at home he’s felt since he came out the ice.
remember: steve hasn’t touched bucky beyond a fist to his jaw in 70 years, but now? he’s right in front of him; not just tangible but indisputable.
do you ever think about that? or is it just me?